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USE power line tangle!
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Using shockwave under control on lil soni .
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Use the same shovel you used to frickin gravedig
I'd stalk them for weeks. I'd learn their sleeping pattern. I'd learn when they leave their house for school, work, to walk their dogs, everything.
I follow them everywhere. I find the places they go. I set traps.
"There's this person following me, he's trying to kidnap me!" "What do they look like?" "[describes the person i'm stalking]! Don't tell them about me!"
I do this repeatedly, over months. Don't want other people getting too suspicious.
Eventually, the person is hated in the community. Seen as perverted, a freak, perhaps a criminal.
I change my identity. I move to another country for years. I still stalk my prey, of course. They'd obviously be on the internet. I know what they eat. I know their religion. I know who they love. I know more about them than they do about themselves, yet they don't know I exist.
I go back to the country they live in. I "accidently" bump into them on the street. We have a nice chat, I tell them to text me later.
Over months we get to know each other. I ask if they want to hang out at their place, I keep distracting from looking at the time with topics I know they love. To them, it's all just a coincidence. To me, it's sticking to a plan.
Eventually, it gets so late that they invite me to spend the night. I accept, of course. I've planned everything so perfectly that I know it will have snowed the night we hang out. I check the weather and bring up the upcoming storm.
I sleep on the couch, them in their bed. I check the time frequently, knowing the exact moment they enter their deepest sleep.
I go outside and grab an icicle. I come back inside. You expect I would stab them, leaving no evidence of a weapon, but no. I shove it down their throat.
They die of lack of oxygen.
I steadily pour warm water down their throat to not only make it seem like an accident but also to melt the weapon and heat their throat up. I know they leave a glass of water next to them every night, I simply take a pair of plastic gloves and spill the glass on them. Now, it just looks like they accidently choked themselves to death.
I eat the gloves.
I go back to the couch and sleep as normal. I wake up and call 911. I come out innocent.
| hi, i'm anne! |
i do some silly things
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i press the flag button
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also known as DevilCharlotte
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